Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Time passages...


So today is March 15th, 2011.
The Ides of March! (One hit wonder = Vehicle) lol

But there are more subtleties...

For example:
March 15th, 1968: I was in 6th grade. Mr Jevcek was our student teacher for that grading period in Mr Palmateer's class. It was a Friday - and it was Mr Jevcek's last day. We had a party for him that afternoon. Flash forward to dinner. Mom, Linda and Lisa and I were eating. The phone rang. Mom answered and went hysterical. Dad had his first heart attack and was headed to Lutheran Hospital after the nurse in the Bank's commissary pumped him full of Vodka Martinis to ease the pain and dilate his blood vessels.

I became the man of the house that day. For most of the remainder of dad's life, I handled all the manly stuff around the house... cut the grass... vacuum the pool .... paint the house.... everything. I was 12 years old.

March 15th, 1974. Senior cut day - our first. It was the 74th day of the year and we were seniors... nuff said. Since I was already 18 and seniors could write their own excuses.... but dad the poet wrote an excuse letter that Mr Gibson (assistant principal) loved so much he kept and framed it!

I headed out to Hinckley in my big ol' 66 Ford Galaxie with my baseball equipment in the trunk, next to my Styrofoam cooler full of quarts of Busch Beer (3.2 beer was LEGAL for 18 year olds).
After a mis-calculation on my part and returning, I found Whipps Ledges. By noon, so many of our classmates had shown up that the Rangers tossed us out so we wouldn't scare the returning Buzzards.

We spontaneously headed to Brushwood. I followed Mark Karras and we formed a caravan of sorts. Tom Hach tagged along with me and - again we got lost. Tailing Mark in his MG and Lenny Zevcek in his Javilin, my big ol' Ford Galaxie tailed on the twisty turney parkway roads of Brecksville reservation. We had empty quarts rolling around under the seats - a testament to the "dead soldiers" we polished off.

Finally, Dale Maharidge found us and we followed him to Brushwood. The party had grown, as Juniors and Sophomores joined in. Bismark Newman streaked. We began a softball game and I left my baseball stuff with Kathy DeMattie as I had to go to work at Cerinos that night.... drunk - or not.

That wasn't the end of that weekend, either. The very next day, the band I was in "Morning Star" played the back party hall at Carrie Cerino's for Ron Kirk's demolay party. I remember Cindy Petrov in the front row - slack jawed. Evidently, she and her co-horts were unaware of my being a drummer. CUDOS ensued. My head grew.

I should have never given up drumming...


Wednesday, March 09, 2011

Waiting for the "other shoe..."

The ticks of life's clock remind me that there's more sand at the bottom of the hour glass than at the top. However one of the benefits of Life's wisdom is the fact that like the Indian that inhabited the land here 350 years ago, I have learned a great deal about my surroundings. Not that the Indian could predict weather, nor could they have predicted the outsiders whose desires to push westward would annihilate them. Rather, that they lived their lives in harmony with their environment. I aspire toward that lofty goal.

It is, however, my same leaning about my surroundings that makes me grow even more wary about what is yet to come.

65 years ago Albert Einstein predicted that the 4th world war would be fought with sticks and stones. He was making a prediction that mankind would annihilate itself through nuclear Holocaust.

40 years ago the social scientists predicted that the next world war would be racial. The divide seems to be as great - if not greater - today than during the equal rights movements of the '60's.

38 years ago we were reminded of the power of unification, when unified Arab Oil producing countries created a cartel to embargo. The resulting crash of 73 lagged through 1982, and also shifted the previous 70 years of Automobile design.

36 years ago we were introduced to the frauds of politicians and awakened to their seedy lies on virtually every level that are perpetuated today, especially at the national executive and legislative levels.

32 years ago - as well as 18 years ago - as well as virtually every year since 2001, we have been reminded of the intentions of radical Islam. Global Jihad as well as annihilation of the Jews and Americans.

As recent as 4 years ago, and yet, with roots much deeper than that - spanning the entirety of the 20th century - fraudulent, temporary and voluminous entities were fabricated and given tax exempt status in order to affect the political, social and economic foundations of the Republic. In the time since, they have effectively destroyed the economy, the military and are leaving us wide open for confiscation of property in a socialism revolution from within. The pious imbeciles who follow have designs on wealth equalization and socialization of medicine, media and abolition of the right to bear arms.

Within the last few years, China has begun the balking of buying our debt. We are no longer solvent as a nation as we produce virtually nothing. The economy is in decline and I fear it will get worse - MUCH WORSE!

Just months ago, a Pentagon study was released showing their "rehearsals" for Martial Law. In these rehearsals, the Pentagon analyzed scenarios where civil unrest as well as civil liberties are quashed in order to restore political power. The government is now "gaming" various scenarios as a result of increased unemployment, run away inflation, food shortages and various other foot falls we are now hearing from around the next corner.

When will America wake up?

Who knows?

But My advice is the same as I have heard before. STORE FOOD; Attain Shelter OUTSIDE the limits of urban areas; ARM yourself - HEAVILY!!! Be prepared to hunker down for as long as a few decades. Learn agricultural studies, farming, rearing of food stuffs. I don't know when....

... but the bell's about to toll.

All it would take would be something as simple as the sharp increase of oil, perhaps another Arab country collapses; Europe collapsing or worse.... the USSO!!! (Union of Socialist States of Obomica).

Will YOU survive?

I plan to